"On an average weekday," wrote Saul Bellow, "the *New York Times* contains more information than any contemporary of Shakespeare's would have acquired in a lifetime." But religious writer F. Forrester Church adds a caveat to that imposing thought. In his book *Lifecraft: The Art of Meaning in the Everyday,* he writes, "The *Times* is a fine paper. But for all its information, it only hints, and then only occasionally, at what Shakespeare knew so well: that the beauty of the bird, the symbol of the snake, the courage of the pilot, and the wonder of human love will always be touched with mystery." In accordance with your current omens, Virgo, I urge you to abstain from the *New York Times'* specialty and seek out Shakespeare-style soul food for thought. Love enigmas more than certainties.
I wish I knew what that meant.
Meh. I'm still a little disgruntled. I have about ten posts backed up in my head, but I haven't felt like working on them. Luckily, it's almost the weekend and I should have some spare time to get to it.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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